Being a native of California, I scientifically lack the gene required to flourish in a cold climate – cold being, anything under 60 degrees. Seriously, it’s true. There is a grant-able study in there somewhere, I am sure of it!
Therefore, having chosen to live in the Midwest (and by choose, I mean going all pioneer woman and falling in love with a country boy – True Love By Way of Kitty Dance and a Bucking Horse), I have had to rely on instincts from my ancient ancestors, ugly shoes and, at times, the cat’s pooper scooper (A California Girl’s Rural Winter Survival Guide) in order to survive.
However, there is a bright spot to living in a place where all vegetation turns into standing firewood for months on end each year. Just prior to becoming winter skeletons, the trees and bushes turn, if only for a brief time, into the most amazing parade of yellows, oranges and reds. It is truly beautiful.
This fall season has been particularly stunning where I live. So of course, I spent the whole of the Fall season running around trying to get “the perfect photo” to share with Sweet Spot visitors.
Some of the most amazing displays are along the main highway I traverse on a daily basis. Unfortunately, I quickly discovered, on my 60+ stretch of frequented highway, there is virtually no place to safely pull over for Vista Views and Photo Ops. I suppose this is to keep the foreigners (i.e. people from Kansas) from stopping until well across our state. Anyway, since I did not desire my epitaph to read “died in pursuit of a pretty picture of trees” and the “drive-by” photo always looked exactly like what it was, a crazy lady trying to drive and take pictures on a highspeed interstate highway at the same time,
I ditched the effort.
Thus, I resorted to skulking around back roads, byways and onto peoples’ private property – which can be precarious in a place where the guns outnumber the residents 2 to 1 – to take photos.
In the end, the one Utopian Fall Photo I was so desperately in search of eluded me. But maybe this collection of my favorite photos (and one stolen from a friend), make their own kind of perfection:
If you want to see the most beautiful fall display, I guess you will have to someday come and drive our Midwest highway yourself…just don’t plan on stopping.